Page 10 of Yes, Doctor (Master Me #2)

“Come on, girlfriend,” she said, taking Jen’s hand.

Darren took her other hand and led them through the crowd and out the front door.

Of course, Jen began stumbling and nearly fell as they passed the bouncers, who then had to question them about how much she’d had to drink and whether she was driving.

Darren put an arm around Jen’s waist to hold her up. Her eyes were already rolling in her head as if she was going to pass out.

Crap.

She’d done plenty of drunk babysitting, and she relied on her friends to watch her back when she imbibed too much, but in front of Darren, it embarrassed her. They must look so young and immature to him, not even able to handle their liquor. Drinking like they just became of legal age.

They helped Jen in the back seat of Darren’s Cherokee and she collapsed in the corner, passed out.

Darren exited the parking lot. “Where to?” he asked, as if he were their limo driver.

Jen threw up down the front of her blouse, without even opening her eyes.

“Oh no!” she groaned.

Darren pulled over on the side of the road and they both got out and went to Jen’s door. Jen continued to heave, still totally passed out.

“Oh God, this is bad. This is so bad,” Chloe wailed.

Darren moved with a relaxed efficiency. “There’s a towel in the trunk. Get it, please,” he directed, lifting Jen out of the car and bracing her in a bent position so her puke would hit the ground.

When she returned with the towel, he had vomit down the front of him but looked completely unfazed as he took Jen’s pulse at her wrist.

“Oh God!” she exclaimed, the situation zooming from bad to worse in her imagination.

What if Jen had alcohol poisoning and they had to take her to the hospital to have her stomach pumped?

She knew her friend didn’t have health insurance and wouldn’t want to go, but she would hate to argue with a doctor over it—this could be very bad all around.

“She’ll be fine,” Darren reassured her with unflappable calm as she mopped the front of his shirt with the towel.

She exhaled in relief. She wondered if this was how he was in surgery, or at births.

Jen opened her eyes and blinked at them. “I don’t feel so good,” she moaned.

“I know, girlfriend. We’re going to get you home,” she said, using the towel to wipe her friend’s face and shirt.

“Chloe, we can’t leave her alone, can she stay at your place tonight?”

“Oh, uh, yeah!” she said, letting go of the last shred of hope she had for redeeming their date.

“Will you please spread the towel out on the back seat?”

She scurried to obey. “I’m so sorry about your car. I will clean it up. Fortunately, I have a lot of experience in disinfecting puke,” she said with a failed attempt at humor.

“Whoa,” Jen moaned when he lifted her up and placed her in the car on her side, managing to buckle her in place.

“Puke happens,” he said, seemingly unconcerned.

It sure did.

Chloe leaned her head against the headrest, miserable and embarrassed.

He rolled down the windows to clear the smell and drove back to Chloe’s house. She said very little on the ride, but he could sense her distress.

“Hey,” he said. “She’s going to be okay. Are you worried?”

She gave him a long face. “No...I’m just disappointed.”

He squeezed her knee and she managed a weak smile.

When they arrived back at Chloe’s, he carried the groaning Jen inside and arranged her on her side on the couch, with a towel spread in front of her. He sat down and took her pulse again.

Chloe brought a trash can in to set in front of her friend. “Hey. If you puke again, do it in here, okay?”

Jen opened her eyes. “Okay,” she mumbled.

She used a wet washcloth to wipe off Jen’s face and the front of her shirt.

He stood up and Chloe wrapped her arms around his waist. “I’m really, really sorry,” she said, sounding as if she was about to cry.

“What are you sorry for?”

“I’m just...really embarrassed. You must think—” she broke off and sniffed.

He pulled her face away from his chest and cupped her chin. “Think what?”

“I don’t know—this is so immature. I’m sure you wish...I…” her eyes filled with tears.

“What?”

“Well...do you think I’m too young for you?”

He led her to the overstuffed armchair and sat down, pulled her onto his lap.

“Chloe, I think you have some idea about me because I’m a doctor, or older, or your boss, that I’m different from you or that I look down on you.

But...I’m not that guy. I know I gave you a hard time about smoking, but I promise I won’t judge you or your friends for having a good time.

” He stroked her cheek with his thumb. “Don’t be upset about this on my account. I’m fine.”

She blinked her wet lashes, looking sweet in her sorrow.

“In fact, I’m glad it happened. “I’ve been trying to get to know you,” he said, holding an imaginary magnifying glass up to her and making her giggle, “but you’ve been hiding. Tonight I got to see more of the real you.”

“Ugh. Is this the real me? I sort of hope not.”

“I saw someone who has solid friendships with nice people. Someone who cares for and is there for her friends, even when it screws up her plans for the evening. That’s the real you.”

She blushed.

He caught the hand she had lifted to cover her face.

“I make you nervous. Maybe that’s part of the thrill.

But I want it to be the good kind of nervous—the kind that winds your crank, not the kind that makes you doubt you’re good enough.

Because you’ve got it going on. You’re smart and fun and the hottest woman I’ve ever been with. And I like the way I feel with you.”

“Oh yeah?” she asked, her confidence returned, her voice low and seductive. “How do you feel with me?”

He cupped her nape and captured her mouth, plundering it with a hard kiss. “Powerful,” he said when they broke apart. “Virile. Masculine. Younger.”

She pressed her lips to his, looping her arms around his neck and adjusting to straddle him. “Mmm,” she purred against his lips.

“I do, however, want to get out of this shirt,” he said, looking down at the nasty wet splotch.

“Ew,” she said, jumping off his lap.

He stood, unbuttoned his shirt and she pulled it off him, then looked at her friend on the couch. “Do you think we can leave her out here?”

“Yeah. I’ll come back and check on her,” he said.

Chloe hooked a hand in the waistband of his pants and pulled him after her, to her bedroom where she dropped to her knees and unbuckled his belt. Maintaining eye contact with a sultry stare, she freed his hard length, grasping it at the base as she licked around the rim.

He groaned, the pleasure of her touch equally matched by the delight of seeing her so emboldened. He threaded his fingers into her long auburn hair.

“I love your cock,” she murmured, opening her mouth and taking him in, the shock of her moist heat flooding his senses with need.

“Chloe,” he gasped, his voice gravelly. He tightened his fist in her hair, gently encouraging her as she took his cock into the pocket of her cheek, her hands working the base in a twisting motion at the same time. “You like to suck cock, don’t you?”

She popped off, causing his dick to jerk at the change in temperature. “Only yours,” she said before engulfing his shaft in her delicious heat again.

He shuddered with pleasure.

She wrapped her lips over her teeth and bobbed up and down over the head of his penis, stimulating the sensitive rim.

“Oh...God!”

When she switched back to taking his full length into her mouth, he held her hair, bringing his cock in and out while he stabilized her head. “Do you like having your mouth fucked, Chloe?”

He feared it would be too dirty, or too derogatory, but she gripped his ass, digging her fingertips into his flesh to pull him in.

“Oh, Chloe,” he gasped. “I’m going to come!”

She shocked him by staying on his cock, meeting his eye as she continued to move her head forward and back, caressing his most sensitive organ with her tongue.

He gave a bark of ecstasy, coming into her mouth while she held his eyes like a porn star. She swallowed and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, looking proud.

Chloe had never swallowed before in her life.

The thought had always made her gag, but here she’d just done it, and Darren’s obvious appreciation made her glow.

She’d told the truth when she said his was the only cock she enjoyed sucking.

She’d never fallen into a deliberately subservient role with a partner before, had no idea how much being on her knees serving would turn her on.

He lifted her to her feet and kissed her, his mouth aggressive and proprietary. Kicking off his shoes, he stepped out of his pants. In two seconds flat, he had her dress off and her bra around her waist as he crushed her breast in one hand, nibbling at the nipple of the other.

She arched back, offering herself to him, savoring the pleasure of letting him take charge of her body.

He swirled his tongue around her areola, then bit the stiffened peak, surprising her with momentary pain.

He immediately soothed it with his tongue, then withdrew his mouth and blew, cooling the skin.

Both nipples strained, aching for more of his touch.

“Who do you belong to, Chloe?” he asked in a guttural voice.

“You?” she asked hopefully. The idea of simply belonging to him brought a sense of security, eliminating all her anxieties around “dating”.

He unhooked her bra with more force than necessary and threw it across the room. Leading her to the full-length mirror on her wall, he commanded, “Bend over.”

She peeked at his face in the mirror, unsure of exactly how he wanted her.

He pushed her torso down, folding her at the waist. “Hands on the mirror.”

Understanding, she braced herself against the glass.

“Open your eyes, Chloe,” he murmured. “Look at yourself.”